Cynthia's POV
Such a scene, such an atmosphere, and the way he looked at me was so focused. There was no one around, only the moon could hear these whispers. It was hard to remind myself to resist his approach as I always did, and what's more, I knew I liked him.
I could never be with him, and I knew that Arther didn't mean much by it, but it was such a joy to be near him. That joy made me ignore the uneasiness and not want to pull back my hands.
What he said made me uneasy but happy, as if I were in a honey pot, and even though I knew I would be submerged in the false sweetness until I drowned, I still didn't want to get away from the illusion.
"You..." He tried to say something, and as our eyes collided, he pursed his lips and smiled. "You seem different today?"
"Arther, why are you
